Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter! I hope you like this one.

Don't forget to check out dustytigers fic, Matters of the Universe to see how different a single plot can be with two authors on the job.

The only prompt for this chapter was the title.

Enjoy!

~Angie

Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world…

Those were the first words that came to Emily's mind as her surprised eyes met Spencer's. At least she had him beat on composure; her jaw was still in place. She quickly pasted a smile on her face—it wasn't a fake one, she was genuinely glad to see him again—but then, as they perused the room, that smile faltered. Sitting a few chairs away from him was the man she'd shot down. And if his scowl was anything to go by, he wasn't on the welcoming committee.

Oy vey.

"What is going on?" Ashley hissed as the room cleared out, leaving only herself, Derek, and Spencer gathering their things. She looked back and forth between the two men accusingly. Ashley Seaver never missed a beat.

"That was Emily," Reid said.

Ashley gasped. "Coaster Emily?" she asked in disbelief.

Reid nodded resignedly. Giving Ashley any amount of information was dangerous. She wouldn't let it go until she'd exhausted every angle of the topic.

She laughed, then turned to face Morgan. "Wow. Legs up to her neck." She elbowed him in the side. "And she passed up 'The Morganator?' That had to hurt."

Derek gave her a dirty look. "Don't sit next to me on the plane," he warned as he walked away.

"Why do you always have to get under his skin?" Reid asked when he was sure Derek was out of earshot.

"Because it's fun," Ashley answered.

"Not for him."

Ashley grinned. "That's the point, Spencer. Garcia builds him up…I like to take him down a few pegs. No need for him to get overconfident."

Reid rolled his eyes, exiting the room with Ashley at his side. "So…you weren't going to call her? What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Reid asked distractedly, looking down at the file in his hands.

"She is smokin' hot. Even I would have called her."

He looked up long enough to flash her a glare. "You had your chance, but the coaster is, once again, in my possession."

Ashley grinned. "Yes, but in moments, she will be on all of our speed dials."

Reid yawned as his eyelids drooped closed on the jet, but how he was going to sleep while Emily Prentiss was on board was a mystery even to him. They'd been gone for four days, and he'd had very little interaction with her. He was surprised when he'd realized that bothered him.

There had, however, been an isolated incident when she'd brushed against him and he'd been taunted with the light scent of her perfume. There was something about a sexy woman, sure, but Reid had very little experience with sexy women who wanted him.

Not long after they'd arrived in Kentucky, he'd been standing at the water cooler when she'd walked up to him. "You never called," she'd accused in a low, sultry voice.

"It hasn't even been twelve hours!" he'd asserted. And then, with a quirk of her brow, she'd walked away with a smirk on her face. On the one hand, he'd wanted to stop her and further defend himself, but on the other, who was he to interrupt something as beautiful as the swing of her hips? The dim lighting in the club certainly hadn't done her justice. Her dark hair was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin; her pallor making the sparkle in her eyes even more evident. She was fluid in every movement, purposeful almost. It was almost comical how graceful she was compared to his clumsiness. He decided that if opposites did attract, then he and Emily had a very good shot. Assuming he eventually decided to call her.

Hotch had decided that Rossi would be the one to show her the ropes, and she'd been very avid in her role as his prodigy. Thank God he hadn't assigned Morgan as her mentor, or Reid had the sneaking suspicion he would have spent the whole case in a tormented state. If Morgan got too close, he'd eventually win her over, and any chance Reid had would be long gone.

Reid moaned as he woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as the jet landed. He was anxious to finish up his paperwork and then get home. Not only had the case been taxing, but there was something about trying to read women that was extremely exhausting. He'd have to find out if Morgan had any rules on that.

"Oh, God!" Ashley exclaimed a little while later as they walked down the hall to their portion of FBI headquarters.

Reid rolled his eyes as he walked beside her. "Every time," he muttered. His roommate had a freakish aversion to fish, and it never ceased to amuse him.

"If you were a real gentleman, you'd walk in between me and the aquarium," she informed him.

"If you were a real FBI agent, this wouldn't even be an issue," he shot back as they walked through the double glass doors.

Ashley lifted her eyebrows at him, as she placed her bag on her desk. "I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight," she warned, and then, "Oh! Don't forget about our mani/pedis tomorrow night."

"Sssh!" Reid said frantically as he looked around.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't need everyone knowing that I watch chick flicks with you or that we have mani/pedis," he told hissed.

"Too late," Derek said with a tired grin, plopping down into his chair with a heavy sigh. His grin disappeared. "Is it just me, or does every single case get worse?"

"It's just you," Seaver said off-handedly.

Emily watched as Spencer and Seaver left together. They didn't really seem like each other's type, but who was she to judge? It really served her right for assuming he was single.

She'd finally done it…put herself out there again after Dylan had broken up with her. It really sucked that it had been with someone who was taken. Oh, well, she thought with a sigh. The young doctor was off the market. Hopefully she'd have better luck next time.

"Come on," Ashley said as she closed the car door and followed Spencer into the apartment they shared. "Don't let this opportunity pass you by. Prentiss seems really nice, and she's smart, too. I think she'd be a good match for you intellectually. And we both know how hard that is to find."

"Ashley, would you please let it go?" Reid asked. His roommate really was like a dog with a bone.

"No," she said. "I've watched you let opportunity pass you by lots of times because you were too scared. I'm not going to let you do it again."

"Ashley," Reid said as he turned the kitchen light on and walked inside, "Let it go. You know I'm not good with women."

Ashley couldn't help but grin. "Is that all that's stopping you? Why didn't you say so? I can school you in the ways of women."

"Ashley—"

She reached over and tousled his hair. "Maybe we'll start with a makeover and get rid of this mop."

"You want me to cut my hair?" he asked in a higher than normal tone of voice.

"I'm just throwing it out there," she said over her shoulder as she disappeared down the hallway.

Reid absently reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He did not like that idea.